A Dog on his Master
As young as I look,
I am growing older faster than he,
seven to one
is the ratio they tend to say.
Whatever the number,
I will pass him one day
and take the lead
the way I do on our walks in the woods.
And if this ever manages
to cross his mind,
it would be the sweetest
shadow I have ever cast on snow or grass.
Feedback
The woman who wrote me from Phoenix
after my reading there
to tell me they were all still talking about it
just wrote again
to tell me that they had stopped.
